these words are not from me
no the shadow of me, myself
remains of a desecrated mind and body
fingers fly across the keyboard
eyes unseeing, heart uncaring
i write to ease the pain
writhing in my agony
thoughts coming and going
like the flickering of a silent movie
on the screen the maiden is slain
i feel the blood run through my fingers
grasping my chest as i sigh my last scream
intermission and I take another shot
knowing part two Is my resurrection
as now, no soul remains
a beautiful enchantress
floating through the fog
driven by memories
chilling hate, ice in my veins
what happens next I will not admit
only your dreams will live the final scenes